Plymouth, The Town I Lived In.

Oh-my. I miss the town, I miss The Hoe, I miss the summer there, the huge library in university, the Gorge Café I worked in, the nice senior people I met along the early morning street and etcetera. They are so many things to recall and reminisce again!

Bought from London, UK before I returned to Malaysia in 2005.

When I leaf through the photos which an old friend is traveling in London now and uploading them to FB, the old old memory hidden behind my mind starts to recall out again. My native and innocent days when I was still a uni student all burst into mind again – worked part time over the weekend at Gorge Cafe, took the break time went out shopping at Next, Topshop, Debenham, Dingles, The Look, spent the pocket money on shoes, clothes, winter coats and everything. Met new friends and friends of my friends. Traveling around with them and never worried if I could get lost in the big city.

Oh, Brenda. I miss her again. Brenda Combs, a very friendly and kind and thoughtful old lady who lived alone in a very sweet and nice old house in Tamerton Foliot. I liked to wander at her place after class. Her first house was on a hill nearby the cliff. The dinning area was facing right to the blue sea and the wind was very strong during the summer time. Oh yah. She liked to hold a family party over every season and I was invited to join them. She knows I liked the strawberry cream cake she made, thus she had always made sure there was one ready in the fridge before I came. I had never told her that the strawberries were really sour. Haa ;P

She was indeed a very nice person. She looked after me when I stayed in Plymouth. She treated me like her daughter which I could really feel it deep in heart.

Oh dear, I really miss her so much. We lost touch after I returned to Malaysia. The last piece of update from her was, she moved to another town to stay with her son, one of the twins. She is not very familiar with those common online media like Facebook, MSN, Skype, and she seldom read email too. These make me even hard to regain her contact.

Is there anyway I could get her again? Is there anyone out there knows about her?

Brenda, my dearest England mother. She is always in my thought. I hope the angels could tell her how much I miss her! xxx

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About Jenjen

Hi, this is Jen. I’m a hedonistic & cheerfully optimistic lady. I like to live in a simple way and love in a generous manner. I dare to dream and I tend to constantly move forward to pursue what I want or what I care. I hope to enjoy every single moment of my life without having any regret. One of my favorite saying goes like this: “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass. It’s about learning to dance in the rain. “
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